May this new week treat you well ...
and if not,
may you play the bad cards
dealt to you well.
Seven months of being homeless has taken a toll on me physically.
I am still not back up to snuff yet. I come to my new apartment dragging.
And not the fun kind of dragon Midnight assures me.
I have begun to tackle NIGHT SEASONS again ... slowly.
Two monster hurricanes one after another, an ice storm coming to chill things up.
working 10 hours straight on Easter ...
Sometimes I manage only a paragraph, sometimes only a sentence ... but it is a darn fine sentence. :-)
“It pains me to admit it, but apparently, I have passed away.
Everyone told me it would happen one day but that’s simply not something I wanted to hear, much less experience.”
So…I was born; I blinked; and it was over. No buildings named after me; no monuments erected in my honor.
But, I DID have the chance to know and love each and every friend as well as all my family members. How much more blessed can a person be?
Deserves a round of applause, right?
To read the whole of it:
If you were called upon to write
your own obituary,
what would you write?
"If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring."-Kahlil Gibran
One of the last photographs of Kahlil Gibran
"You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips,
and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly."
- Kahlil Gibran
"The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape."
Where will you spend the
last night of your life?
In the 2nd tale in the above book,
I detail the last night of Kahlil Gibran, the gangster, Legs Diamond, Whilhelm Murnau, director of Nosferatu,
and Ida B. Wells, the valiant anti-lynching journalist of the late 1890's ...
all at a fateful 1931 New Year's Eve Party.
The Kindle version is only 99 cents. How can you can go wrong?
“A scrupulous writer, in every sentence that he writes, will ask himself at least four questions, thus:
1. What am I trying to say?
2. What words will express it?
3. What image or idiom will make it clearer?
4. Is this image fresh enough to have an effect?
And he will probably ask himself two more:
1. Could I put it more shortly?
2. Have I said anything that is avoidably ugly?
But you are not obliged to go to all this trouble. You can shirk it by simply throwing your mind open and letting the ready-made phrases come crowding in.
They will construct your sentences for you -- even think your thoughts for you, to a certain extent --
and at need they will perform the important service of partially concealing your meaning even from yourself.”
“Perhaps one did not want to be loved
so much as to be understood.”
― George Orwell, 1984
Include a beginning, middle and end.
Show, don't tell.
One word: Conflict.
Make your protagonist proactive, not reactive.
Have a central core to your story.
Know what your story is about.
It is better to be simple and clear than complicated and ambiguous.
Say as much as possible with as little as possible.
Don't write what anyone could.
Write as only you can:
"Her voice was the Taj Mahal by moonlight."
'To say goodbye is to die a little."
FINAL WORDS FROM
"I have been a bricklayer and a truck driver, and I tell you – as if you haven't been told a million times already – that writing is harder.
with each new story a new appraisal by the world of whether you can
still get it up or not, arrogance and self-esteem and deep breathing are all you have.
The only thing worth writing about is people. People. Human beings.
Men and women whose individuality must be created, line by line, insight by insight.
If you do not do it, the story is a failure.
There is no nobler chore in the universe than holding up the mirror of reality and turning it . . . slightly,
so we have a new and different perception of the commonplace,
People are reflected in the glass.
The fantasy situation into which you thrust them is the mirror itself.
And what we are shown should illuminate and alter our perception of the world around us.
Failing that, you have failed totally.
The trick is not becoming a writer.
The trick is staying a writer.
Now begin in the middle,
and later learn the beginning;
the end will take care of itself."
Did you ever think Pepe le Pew
Or that Lola Bunny was too sexualized?
Going with that mind-set,
WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT?
couldn't be made today.
Or BLAZING SADDLES either.
In the university, I was taught that
lack of a healthy
sense of humor
individuals or systems.